Missing Scene The Grand Alliance

Rating: T

Spoilers: The Grand Alliance

Summary: middleish (when Davidson's asleep at Tom's)

Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue

Author's note: this is definitely AU/OOC, in which Tom and Marina are secretly in a relationship. How middle school of me. Oh well, no one reads SU anyway

"The questions is, tell him what?"

Marina waved the tape recorder. "Whatever you want, Jimmy. Just so long as he's out of my hair for a while."

"Aaw, poor Marina," Tom said with an exaggerated pout. "Is the dashing American getting on your nerves?"

Marina shot him a dirty look, because all of the paper within her reach looked too important to crumble into a projectile. He smirked and she handed him the recorder.

It took Tom several takes to get a consistent story in a consistent accent. "That should do the trick," Marina said, rewinding the tape after playing it through. She put it in her bag, arranged her things, and stood.

"You told him I could talk myself into and out of anything?" he asked as she stepped beside him, tilting his head toward her.

"Yep," Marina replied, not quite looking at him.

He looked at her questioningly.

She stepped back and sat down and, after casting a glance at the snoring Davidson, she leaned forward across the table. A few inches from his face she whispered, "That's generally been the case, at least in my experience."

Tom moved slightly closer. With a similar gleam in his eye, he said, "Speaking of which, how much longer d'you reckon he'll be out?"

The corner of Marina's lips turned up in a smile, but she shook her head. "He wouldn't sleep nearly long enough, or sound enough."

Tom affected an extremely crestfallen look. She shook her head and stood up. "Come on," he said playfully. "It'd probably just confirm what they all suspect." Her expression read 'you think that's a good argument?' and she made her way to the door. "Or we could convince him he was hallucinating because of his meds."

"I wouldn't want to scar him." Tom shrugged. At the door, Marina glanced once again at the sleeping form and said, "Aren't you going to walk me out?"

Unaccustomed to demands of chivalry from her and to following demands in general, Tom nonetheless immediately stood and followed her out. At the bottom of the stairs to the makeshift extension, she turned and pounced on him in a fierce kiss, pushing him against the wooden wall.

Breaking away more than a minute later, she breathed: "Let me know when he's gone." Tom could only nod.

As she walked to her car, her back to Tom, she wore a small and contented smile.

Back inside the trailer, Tom found Davidson sitting up, blinking. He was bleary-eyed and groggy. "Wh-" He cleared his throat and tried again. "What was that?"

"Huh?" Tom asked nonchalantly, thinking 'Please don't've heard anything.'

"I heard a, a bang, or something," Davidson trailed off.

"Oh. Just some crazy bird, flew right into the side of the trailer. Don't worry about it; go back to sleep."

Davidson was already turning over, pulling the blanket around him. "Hope it wasn't hurt," he mumbled.

"Nope, just dazed," Tom said.